


I Don't Wanna Keep Running From This Feeling.

by Shipping_marvelous_things



Category: Captain America (Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Genre: Angst, F/M, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, They dance, Things get awkward, a kiss happens, aaw, i hope this gives you all the feels, it's cute, not much angst though, requested on tumblr, these two just need to happen, they get drunk
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2016-03-29
Updated: 2016-04-04
Packaged: 2018-05-29 21:21:17
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 2
Words: 4,689
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6394297
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Shipping_marvelous_things/pseuds/Shipping_marvelous_things
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>Requested by geishaveji on Tumblr.<br/>Prompt: I Don't Wanna Keep Running From This Feeling</p>
            </blockquote>





	1. Chapter 1

**Author's Note:**

> I hope you like it! I loved writing it!

All it took was one night. One night of fun, one drink too many, one stupid mistake. And their walls came crumbling down. 

 

Natasha and Steve had been friends since they met that one fateful day on the hellicarrier. Fury noticed how well they got on, and made them a team. They were the best he had since Barton and Romanoff, the well-known Strike Team Delta.

Steve and Natasha heard the rumours that inevitably started circulating, because of their close friendship. Yes, they spent a lot of time together, but that was because they were friends, partners, nothing more, and nothing less. Yes, Steve was the only person, other than Clint, who knew about Natasha's affinity with Taylor Swift. Yes, they had movie nights, staying up late, which usually led to fully-fledged popcorn wars. Yes, sometimes she fell asleep with her head resting on his shoulder on the couch. But that didn't mean anything, they were just friends.

Natasha didn't think much of the rumours, just the young recruits looking for some drama. Until one day, Clint pulled her aside and asked her himself,

“Hey Nat?” he began hesitantly

“Yes?” she raised her eyebrow,

“You and Steve. You aren't a thing right?” he paused, “Are you?” 

“Don't be ridiculous Clint. Steve and I, we're just friends,” she assured him, ignoring the sinking feeling in her stomach when she admitted those words.

“Okay then, just checking. I'd be the first to know right?” he asked playfully,

She punched him lightly on the arm. “Sure Barton, you'd be the first to know.” 

 

Steve didn't like rumours, he never had, they caused trouble. So when he heard the ones about him and Natasha, he didn't take kindly to them. Not that he didn't wish they were true, because boy, he did! But they were friends, and he was happy with that. He was able to ignore them, until an excited Tony found him.

“You and Red huh?” he asked, leaning against a doorframe,

“Really Tony?” Steve raised his eyebrows,

“You didn't deny it,” he pointed at Steve.

“There is no 'Me and Red' Tony. We're just friends,” he told the brunette.

“Alrighty Cap, whatever you say, but my money's on you two.” Tony said, walking away.

 

The spy and the soldier sat on his couch, watching a movie. She sat with her feet resting on his lap, sprawled out across the length of the couch. While he occupied the left side, his arm draped over her legs. Sure, an onlooker would have thought they were together, but there was nothing wrong with being 'just friends' with a girl.

“Steve?” Natasha asked softly,

“Yeah Nat?” her voice sounded small, and his heart fluttered at the sound,

“The popcorn is finished,” she looked sadly at the bowl resting in her lap.

Steve stifled a laugh, “Don't look so sad, I'll go make some more for you.” He removed her legs from his lap as he stood up and took the bowl away from her.

“Extra butter this time!” she shouted after him,

“If you keep having extra butter, you're going to start looking like butter!” he joked,

“Do you see the worry in my eye?” she asked playfully,

“Nat, I can't even see your eye from the kitchen. But I'm guessing you don't care?” 

“Not one bit Rogers!” she heard Steve laughing from the kitchen.

Later that night, Steve had fallen asleep, still sitting up, and Natasha rested her head on his shoulder, as usual. Since he was asleep, and probably wouldn't notice, she curled her body up close to him and draped her arm around his torso. 

Without realizing what he was doing, or why, he found himself wrapping his arm around a pair of small shoulders. 

Natasha smiled against his chest, he was protective over her without thinking about it. She found herself thinking about what it would be like if they ever took their friendship to the next level. But no, they weren't meant for that, she wasn't meant for that. Love was for children, she told herself as she slowly fell asleep, wrapped up in her friends's arms. 

“Hey gang!” Tony burst into the Avengers lounge, sounding over excited, but then again, Tony got excited for just about anything.

Everyone looked at him blankly, obviously not sharing his own excitement. Well, almost everyone, Thor seemed to have a habit of being happy for no reason.

“GOOD MORNING TONY!” he greeted,

“Why can't you guys be more like Thor?” he asked the rest of the group.

Silence.

“Okay then, tough crowd.” He cleared his throat, “We are all going to a banquet hosted by yours truly tomorrow night. Dress sharp, but if you don't have anything, give me a shout and I'll organize something.”

Everyone groaned.

“Try not to get too excited about it,” he said sarcastically, “Oh! And Thor, bring some of that lovely Asgardian mead, or whatever, I want you and Cap to have a good time too. Red, I've ordered the best Russian vodka money can buy, so you're welcome. Barton, beer, obviously. Bruce, I got a really nice red I think you'll enjoy. Thor, and Cap, you are sorted out already.”

“It better be some good vodka Tony,” Natasha told him.

“Only the best for you Madame,” he bowed, Natasha threw a pillow at him, and he squealed. “Not fair! I wasn't ready!” he stormed out like a child, and the room erupted into fits of laughter.

The next evening, Natasha stood in front of her full-length mirror. She had to admit, she looked rather beautiful in the stunning black dress she had got, on Tony's expense of course. She would be sure to turn heads this evening, even if she only wanted to turn one in particular. 

Steve looked at himself as he tried to fix his bowtie, and was failing quite miserably. Usually he could tie one perfectly, but for some reason, it just wasn't working out. He sighed as he heard a knock on his door. 

“It's open,” he called.

“C'mon Steve! You're taking forever!” Natasha's familiar voice rang through his room.

He walked out from behind his closet door, and his eyes widened when he saw how breathtaking Natasha looked. But to him, she looked just as breathtaking as she did when she wore sweats and a tank top. “I can't get my bowtie right. Give me a minute.”

“Come here, we'll be here the whole evening if you keep trying to fiddle with it.” she instructed him. 

He walked up to her, and she pointed her to the bed, 

“Sit,” she commanded, at his confused face she clarified, “You are much taller than me. I'm not reaching up that high, just to fix your bowtie.”

He chuckled as he sat, “You know, maybe Tony's nickname for you isn't so bad. Little Red,” he joked.

She smacked him upside the head, “You better watch out Rogers, I know how to kill a man with a bowtie within seconds.”

He raised up his hands in defeat, “I'm sure you can.”

Natasha leaned forward and undid his messy bowtie, and began to refold it. Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Steve smiled, this felt so normal, so perfect.

His smile didn't go unnoticed by Natasha, who smiled at him too as she finished off his bowtie. Steve started to stand up when the redhead pushed him back onto the bed,

“Stay there. I need to fix your hair,” she said, walking over to his bathroom, where she found a comb quickly,

“Oh, and whose fault is that?” he smiled at her,

She pointed the comb at him, “Don't get smart with me Rogers.”

Natasha combed back stray pieces of blonde hair. She brought her thumb up to her mouth and licked it, using it to push back an especially unruly golden lock. When she looked up, Steve was looking up at her with his beautiful baby-blue eyes. Her breath hitched in her throat, the way he looked at her made her stomach fill with preverbial butterflies. The tension in the room grew as she began to lean forward slowly. Her actions were interrupted when JARVIS' voice rang through the room.

“Mister Stark says that if you don't hurry up, they are going to leave without you.” 

Natasha laughed, and Steve chuckled nervously, maybe they were just more than friends. Even if they wouldn't admit it.

Steve rubbed the back of his neck as he stood up, “I guess we should be going then.” He walked over to the door and held it open for her, “After you Ma'am.”

“Such a gentleman,” she smirked, walking out, and perhaps swaying her hips a little more than was necessary.

“Gosh! What took you two so long?” Tony complained,

“Steve couldn't do his bowtie.” Natasha deadpanned.

“That all?” Tony wiggled his eyebrows,

Steve visibly blushed, but Natasha didn't indulge him with a reaction. They both knew very well what would have happened if JARVIS hadn't interrupted them.

As expected, Natasha turned heads the minute she walked in. All the men in the room immediately stopped doing what they were doing, even some of the women. As much as Natasha loved getting a rise out of people, she didn't want any attention other than Steve's tonight. What? Did she actually just think that? Her and Steve were FRIENDS.

Tony leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Bar's all stocked up for you Red.”

Natasha smirked, “Thanks.”

As the night went on, the whole group mingled, with the exception of Steve, who still didn't enjoy being around such a large group of people. Natasha noticed him sitting alone at one of the tables. Okay, he wasn't alone, but he might as well have been. The young woman who was trying to flirt with Steve was making him very uncomfortable.

“Maybe we should get out of here,” the girl suggested,

Steve's eyes widened, “Uh-”

He was saved by Natasha sitting down next to him and putting a hand on his knee, “Everything alright here?” she asked Steve.

“Does it not look alright?” the girl interrupted.

Natasha glared at her, making her shift uncomfortably, “Was I asking you?”

“N-no,” the girl stuttered.

“Didn't think so. Now give the poor guy some room. Go find some other handsome guy to fool around with,” she told her.

When the girl was out of earshot, Steve smirked, “So you think I'm handsome?”

“Oh please,” she said, stealing a glass of champagne from a nearby waiter, “You know you're handsome.”

After sitting and chatting for a while, Natasha decided she wanted to dance. She stood up and took Steve's hand,

“Want to dance?” 

“You know I can't dance to save my life Nat,” 

She rolled her eyes, “It wasn't really a question. It's just a slow dance, nothing complicated.” Her hand was still extended towards him, “Steve, my arm is getting tired.” They both knew that wasn't true.

Steve reluctantly stood up and took her hand. The pair stood across from each other on the dancefloor. Natasha took his hands in hers and placed them on her waist, then rested hers on his shoulders. They swayed gently to the music, Natasha taking one of his hands in hers so they were almost dancing properly.

“See? It isn't so scary,” she smiled up at him,

“I guess not,” he chuckled.

As the music continued, Steve and Natasha got closer, until her head was resting on his chest. It felt nice, natural, like it was meant to be. Steve smiled to himself, but stopped when he realized who was looking.

“Nat?” he said nervously,

“Mhm,” her head still rested on his chest.

“Tony is watching,”

“So?” she didn't sound fazed.

“So,” he rolled his eyes, “He's gonna get the wrong idea.”

“So what if he does? I don't care,” she honestly didn't.

He chuckled, “Okay then.”

After almost half an hour of dancing, Natasha looked up at Steve, “How about a drink? Tony promised me some good vodka. And I saw Thor come in with his super alcohol.”

Steve chuckled, “Let's go get some then.”

Natasha took a sip of the vodka, smiling as the familiar liquid burned her throat, “Mmmm,” she hummed, “Not half bad.”

“Not half bad?!” Tony popped up behind them, “Red, this is the best vodka I could find!”

“Thank you Tony,” she laughed, “It's wonderful,” she assured him, it was quite clear he was drunk.

“HERE YOU ARE MY GOOD CAPTAIN!” Thor boomed, handing Steve a glass full of some kind of liquid. “AS PROMISED.”

“Thanks Thor,” Steve smiled at him as he took a sip. He coughed, “Wow, that is strong!” 

A couple hours, and one shot too many later, Steve found himself at Natasha's door back at the Tower. He had insisted on taking her up to her room, even though she wasn't that drunk, she was still pretty out-of-it.

“Goodnight Nat,” Steve said softly, starting to walk away from her door,

“Steve wait!” her eyes widened in shock as it dawned on her that she said it out loud. Honestly, a few shots, and her filter completely dissipated.

They were frozen in time. Just looking at each other, standing awkwardly in the doorway. 

“Yes?” he inquired.

Natasha swallowd the lump forming in her throat, “I-uh, I was wondering, if,” she rubbed her forehead, “If it would matter if,” she paused, “You know what? Screw it!” she jumped forward and pulled Steve down into a kiss.

Much to her delight, he melted into it, wrapping his arms around her waist as he pulled her closer. Natasha thought his lips tasted like chocolate, so soft, delicious, she never wanted to not be kissing them. Steve thought hers tasted like strawberries, sweet, intoxicating, pulling him in further with each passing second. Natasha brought her hands up to Steve's face as she kissed him harder, not wanting to let this moment go, knowing that, the next morning, everything would return to normal. Steve's fingers tangled in her red locks, savouring every moment her lips were on his. They kissed each other desperately, eventually stopping when they needed air.

Gasping, they pulled apart, “S-sorry I-I didn't mean to do that. Just uh- just forget about it,” Natasha abruptly stuttered out as she shut the door in his face.

Steve was standing in the hallway blushing furiously, he missed the feeling of Natasha's lips on his. His heart ached when it dawned on him that tomorrow everything would go back to normal. 

Natasha slid down against her door, as she buried her face in her hands. “What have I done?” she whispered to herself. It was quite possible that she had ruined her friendship with Steve completely. She silently hoped that they would both be too hungover to remember what happened.

She had no such luck. It was obvious that both her and Steve remembered, and they would never forget. They spent the next few weeks avoiding each other as much as possible. Awkward silences filled the room when they were alone, and usually ended up with Steve rambling like an idiot and making up an excuse to leave the room.

One day, it was just the two of them at the Tower, the rest of the team had gone to see a movie that neither of them were interested in. Natasha was sitting in the lounge, when Steve walked in. She made a move to stand up when Steve stopped her.

“Nat wait, we need to talk,” he said shyly,

She reluctantly sat back down, and shifted away when Steve sat on the double-seater couch with her. They sat in awkward silence for at least five minutes, until Steve finally spoke up.

“Look Nat, I-I'm sorry for kissing you that night,” he apoligized,

“I'm not,” she paused, fiddling with a piece of fluff on her jersey, “And actually, I kissed you.”

Steve chuckled awkwardly, “Well then, we've got that settled. But Nat,” he hesitated, “I don't wanna keep running from this feeling.” Unwanted tears welled up in his eyes,

“So then don't,” her voice was shaky, almost as if she was pleading with him to feel the same way she did. 

Natasha finally looked up at him with big, emerald eyes, “Don't. Don't run, not without me.”

Steve looked at the redhead, she looked so small, so vulnerable, all he wanted to do was wrap her arms around her and hold her tight. He took a deep breath before moving closer to her and cupping her face in his hand,

“I wouldn't dare,” he smiled softly at her,

She looked at him with wide eyes, Did he actually say that?Or did she imagine it? She got her answer when he repeated himself.

“I wouldn't dare,” he slowly leaned forward. Looking at her eyes, then her lips, unsure of whether to kiss her or not.

Natasha couldn't handle the suspense, so she kissed him, her lips crashing against his. She closed her eyes as they kissed. She ran her fingers through the soft hairs at the base of his neck. He tasted the same as he did that night after the banquet, if not better. She softened into his embrace, her lips still pressed against his.

Steve's stomach flipped wildly. Here he was, kissing the woman he had had feelings for, for so long, but pushed them down. Ever since that one fateful night, with just a little to much to drink. She had kissed him, he kissed her back. Now they were kissing again, and he never wanted it to end. He kissed her desperately, but softly, pulling her closer to him. The way her hands rubbed the back of his neck made shivers run down his spine.

They parted after a few minutes, “Time to stop running,” he smiled against her lips,

“I guess so,” she kissed him again, this time softer, slower, knowing that there would be a next time.


	2. You'll Always Be Enough

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Tony walks in on a little something-something, and it's major awkward, but Natasha diffuses the situation.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> So I decided to add another chapter, because I had fun writing the last one, not sure if I'll continue or not, it all depends on the reaction to this chapter :)
> 
> Embarrassed Steve, which is always adorable...and Natasha getting Tony in line.

“And what is happening here!” Tony practically squealed, “We leave you kids alone for an hour!”

Clint was grinning like an idiot, “It's about time,” he said under his breath.

“Bruce you owe me fifty bucks!” Tony held out his hand to a disgruntled scientist, who dumped the note in his palm.

“Seriously though,” he grabbed a packet of blueberries from, under the table? “When did this happen,” he motioned his finger between the spy and the soldier.

His hand flew to his mouth, “It just happened now didn't it?” he gasped, “This is completely new! Look, Cap,” he pointed at the blonde, “I'm proud of you.” He popped a berry in his mouth, “And Red, I'm happy you woke up. You two are cute together,” he clapped his hands, “I can't wait for the wedding!”

Throughout Tony's rant, Steve had gone a shade of pink that even a pig would be jealous of. Natasha, who was usually very stoic and collected, found herself slightly embarrassed, but soon regained her proverbial footing.

“And so?” she raised an eyebrow, “If you were seemingly interrupting something, then why are you still here?” she smirked at Tony.

“It's simple,” he sat down on one of the chairs, “I want to hear all about how you two kids finally worked out your feelings for each other.”

Steve looked questioningly at him.

“Okay, let me explain,” he finished his mouthful of fruit. “You and Red,” he gestured between the two, “Have been a little off for the past few weeks. Don't know why,” he tilted his head and clicked his tongue, “Well, actually I do, I had JARVIS pull up some footage of the night of the banquet.”

If looks could kill, Tony would have been six feet under. With the way Natasha was looking at him, even Clint shifted uncomfortably,

“Uuhh, Tony? I wouldn't have shared that information with an international assassin. You know, she knows over 700 ways to kill a man right? I wouldn't want to test her knowledge,” the archer tried to stop his friend from making a colossal mistake.

“Red wouldn't do that to me,” he swallowed when he saw her death glare, “Okay, okay, maybe she would. But Cap, you're an open book. How did this happen?”

Steve, who was beginning to look more like a tomato than a human being, started to stutter,

“It-uh-I-uh,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “It just did? I don't know.”

“Well, however it happened, I'm over the moon for you two. Now Red can stop being emotionally constipated, and you,” he gestured to Steve, “Can find out what it's like to have a relationship in this century.”

“Look Tony,” Natasha began, “We were sort of in the middle of something. So, as much as we adore your presence,” sarcasm practically dripped from her mouth, “Please leave.”

“Okay,” he complied rather easily, “But I want to hear all about this later!”

“Wait!” Natasha narrowed her eyes at him, “No getting Jarvis to look in on us.”

“I-I wouldn't dare! I'm actually offended that,” he stopped trying, “Fine. You two kids have fun!”

The rest of the team filed out of the room, Clint giving them both a thumbs up before he left. He was still grinning like a six year old, and Natasha was sure he would want the full scoop later.

“So, uh-” Steve began awkwardly, “What do we do now?”

Natasha's eyes glinted, “I have a little bit of an idea,” she crept closer to him, and captured her lips with his.

“Mmm, good plan,” he smiled against her lips, he was such a huge dork.

Natasha had moved so she was cupping his face with her hands and Steve wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. His head started spinning, he still couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that he was here, kissing Natasha, and she was kissing him back. Never in a million years would he have dreamed that they would actually be together.

The redhead kissed Steve with all her heart, pouring out every hidden feeling into the kiss. Every time she wished they had, but didn't. Every skipped conversation. Every tense moment. They were all released into this kiss. She couldn't help but marvel at how soft Steve's lips were. They were like eating butter. Mmmm, popcorn sounded good right about now. Did she seriously think that? She was kissing Steve, and thinking about popcorn!

Natasha burst out laughing as she pulled away from Steve, he looked at her questioningly,

“Did I-Did I do something wrong?” the look of confusion on his face only made her laugh harder, and he thought she had the most beautiful laugh she had ever heard.

“No, no not at all!” she tried to cover her mouth, “I just had a thought,” she erupted into laughter again,

“W-what did you think about?” he asked,

“Popcorn.”

“Popcorn?”

“Okay,” she tried to stop laughing for a minute, so she could tell him, “I-I started thinking about how soft your lips were.”

Steve blushed, but she continued,

“I-” she giggled, “I thought that they were soft, like butter. And you and I both know how much I love butter on popcorn, so I started thinking about popcorn.” 

Steve laughed, Natasha was something else. 

“Would you like me to make some?” he asked politely,

“That sounds good!” she paused, “But how about we go to your place, put on a good movie, and have some popcorn there?” she suggested.

He stood up, and extended a hand to her, “Shall we be going then Madame?” he gave a little bow,

“Ooh,” Natasha acted like she was fanning her face, “Oui oui Monsieur!”

Steve smiled at the woman in front of him, she was just so breathtaking!

 

The pair walked into the garage, and Steve turned to Natasha, “Car? Or my Harley?” he asked,

Natasha gasped in mock surprise, “You would let me share your Harley with you? Oh my,” she started talking in a Southern accent, “I'd be honoured Captain Rogers!”

“So Harley it is then?”

She nodded, “There isn't a question about it!”

Steve sat down on his bike, and Natasha hopped on behind him, wrapping her arms around his muscular form.

The blonde man turned the key and the Harley sprung to life. He smiled as his beloved bike purred underneath him, and maybe a little because he heard Natasha's pleased chuckle at the sound. 

As they set off down the road, Natasha leaned her head against Steve's back, breathing in his delicious scent. She thought to herself how incredible it was that just one moment can make such a huge difference. She was glad that her and Steve had worked things out, she hated the tension that had accumulated over the weeks passed. 

After what seemed like mere seconds of Natasha clinging onto Steve, they arrived at his apartment. It was simple, yet it was so Steve. It was an old building, yet it held an unmistakable charm to it. It's brick walls holding many memories, families coming and going, children growing up, Christmases, Easters, and other various holidays. Natasha smiled to herself as they entered.

It was almost second nature for the Russian to be at Steve's house. She spent every other night there, and crashed on his couch, or bed-- but of course not at the same time as him, maybe that would change now that they were together.

Steve walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bag of popcorn seeds, and of course, a copious amount of butter. He stood in front of the stove and listened to the satisfying sounds of the popcorn popping.

Natasha peeked her head into he kitchen and lifted her nose to smell the air,

“Mmmmm, it smells so good!” she walked over to Steve, who was pouring the popcorn into a bowl, as he began making the next batch.

The redhead stealthily tried to steal a handful, but Steve swatted her hand away,

“Wait, or it's going to be finished before we even start the movie,” he scolded. “Why don't you go find one to watch?” he told her, throwing a piece of popcorn at her.

“Oh, and I'm the one that is going to finish the popcorn?” she stuck her tongue out at him, “I've already picked a movie, prepare to cry Rogers!” she teased.

He chuckled, “Alright Nat,” he grabbed the bowl of freshly popped goodness and walked to the lounge.

The pair sat on the couch, Natasha's head resting against Steve's shoulder, and Steve's arm draped around her. 

He kissed the top of her red curls gently, and she smiled. It was nice to have someone that cared for her like Steve did.

 

As the movie, which Steve discovered to be Paper Towns, wore on, Natasha sidled closer to Steve. By the end of the movie, she had wrapped an arm around his waist and was just enjoying his warm body being pressed up against hers. 

“What? No!” Steve protested, “It can't end like that!”

Natasha smirked, “So did you enjoy the movie?”

He groaned, “Why couldn't they end up together?!”

“Welcome to the world of John Green my dear Captain,” she clapped his back with her small hand, “Besides, that's real life. Sometimes people don't always work out,” she said sadly.

He brought his finger up to her chin and gently tilted her face towards his, “I hope we will,” and captured her lips with his.

Natasha didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or run for her life. She had never been good with feelings, feelings were messy, and she didn't do messy. The spy kissed him, but not with such fervor as before, rather hesitantly, afraid. Afraid of disappointing him, afraid of not being the woman he deserved, afraid to lose him.

Steve sensed her hesitance and pulled back,

“What's wrong?” his eyebrows knit together,

“Nothing,” she insisted.

“You know, we've been friends for a long time, I know when something is wrong,” told her, gently laying a hand on her shoulder.

“I just don't know if I'm enough,” her voice was small, almost childlike,

“Nat,” he paused, locking his blue eyes with her emerald ones, “You'll always be enough.”

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> What did you think?  
> As always, Comments, Kudos, requests, and constructive criticism are more than welcome!  
> Sorry it's so short.

**Author's Note:**

> What did you think? I hope I did okay!
> 
> As always, Comments, Kudos, requests, and constructive criticism are more than welcome! :)


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